The Four Witches
By K5
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter. It's Rowlings.
Also thanks to my beta Reader, Serpena
The alarm clock steadily grows in volume until the young girl is finally awake enough to turn it off. The mirror reveals a tossled red head and a sleepy schrunched up face as Moira Green the second finds her feet. Bedraggled girl contiplates Bedraggled reflection, then the delicious smells of breakfast reaches her nose. A few minutes of frenzied action and she is now dressed, brushed, washed, and almost awake.
Running down the stairs with no thought for the noise, Moira is not surprised to hear her mother call to her from the kitchen.
"Good morning MJ," the voice sings. "Today is a very special day."
The kitchen door swings open with a push and half-awake Moira steps in smiling and sniffing.
"Why is that Mama," she says happily, while trying to think of whatever this good news could be.
A plate full of eggs, bacon, and toast is thrust into her hands and she sits carefully in the old chair anxiously waiting to hear this wonderful news.
Moira looks about her. It is a friendly yellow kitchen with sunflowers on the curtains. Every cabinet overflows with dishes, bowls, and whatnot, every bit of it which is at least twenty years older then ten year old Moira. The table she sits at has been mended by magic and creativity several times, and the pitcher, which is pouring a glass of juice for her has a small chip in the right side.
"Today you got your letter from Hogwarts," sings her mother, Moira Green the first.
"And I will finally be teaching there too, Advanced Muggle Studies." She pauses in front of her daughter, "Isn't it wonderful, we are both going to Hogwarts!"
Young eyes light up, "Oh, that is wonderful Mama!" Moira pauses for a moment from eating to say these few words, then hungrily sets back to eating.
Mother sits across from daughter, "And the best part is," she says, her voice settling into a more normal tone. "I will be teaching fourth years and up, so I won't be getting in your way too much." Daughter groans a bit as dark red hair gets mussed by Mom.
"And I will have Harry Potter in my class." She stops for a moment, smiling. "That means I'll finally be able to tell him about his father."
Moira stops eating completely and looks at her mother thoughtfully. Yes, she remembers the story well of how James Potter saved the life of first year Gryffindor student Moira Green. After a minute or so of silence, she finally asks, "So, then you'll finally be able to thank him now, huh?"
A far away look falls in mother's eyes.
"Yes, that's right," she says. The rest of the meal passes in quiet contiplation, the moving dishes making the only sound in the room.
Dana Dragonfly sits at the dining room table counting again the money she earned babysitting over the summer. She looks up, her short brown hair falling back from her violet eyes and is reminded of the chaos that is her family. She pushes her glasses back over her nose and watches as eight people move around her.
"Mom," she shouts over the din to a crouching woman struggling with a dark haired seven year old boy, trying to persuade Dennis to wear a jacket.
"I looked at my supply list in my school letter." Her hand rests on a folded and refolded paper on the table. "And I'm sure I have made enough money to get all my own things."
Mother lets the squirming boy run off, and looks up at her youngest daughter from her plate in the floor on her knees.
"That is very good, dear," she says with admiration and sadness in her voice. She leans forward and pushes herself off of the floor, grunting at the pain in her stiffened knees. Finally standing, she walks to her daughter, placing a hand on Dana's shoulder.
"I'm sorry you have to use your own money, Dana Dear." Her tired voice shows a lifetime of sadness and sacrifices as do her hard worked hands.
"It does help though." A smile forms, pushing several new wrinkles onto her face.
"Now I am sure to be able to get supplies for your brothers and sisters." Lowering herself slowly, the older woman sits in a chair beside Dana.
"They will have everything they need, all new."
Dana smiles back at her mother and without thinking, reaches over to tuck a bit of black and gray hair back from her mother's ear. She looks about her trying to remember all that is new in her family. Mom, of course, is staying home to take care of everyone and her older sister, Dorothy has decided to put off work for a year and stay home with her to help her get everything done. Dad has a new promotion at work, making him the Head of Aquisitions at the Wizarding Museum. Her oldest brother Derwood is starting an internship at the Ministry of Magic, and the others are all in school except for Dennis at Hogwarts. Danielle is a sixth year in Hufflepuff, Dyllan is in Ravenclaw and in his fourth year,
"Same year as Hermione Granger," Dana thinks, thinking all about that she has heard about the girl who she want to be like. She pushes the thought back and continues the list. Darcy is in her third year and she is in Griffindor. "And I am a first year, and could be anywhere." Dana says this aloud and hearing her own voice, she looks around the dining room. It is empty.
She sighs, "I often do lose track of things, when I'm thinking. Quietly, she stuffs list and money in her pocket and goes to the kitchen to see what is left for her to eat.
(A/N: That's it for now, thanks to my beta reader for sorting out what she could, and please review)
By K5
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter. It's Rowlings.
Also thanks to my beta Reader, Serpena
The alarm clock steadily grows in volume until the young girl is finally awake enough to turn it off. The mirror reveals a tossled red head and a sleepy schrunched up face as Moira Green the second finds her feet. Bedraggled girl contiplates Bedraggled reflection, then the delicious smells of breakfast reaches her nose. A few minutes of frenzied action and she is now dressed, brushed, washed, and almost awake.
Running down the stairs with no thought for the noise, Moira is not surprised to hear her mother call to her from the kitchen.
"Good morning MJ," the voice sings. "Today is a very special day."
The kitchen door swings open with a push and half-awake Moira steps in smiling and sniffing.
"Why is that Mama," she says happily, while trying to think of whatever this good news could be.
A plate full of eggs, bacon, and toast is thrust into her hands and she sits carefully in the old chair anxiously waiting to hear this wonderful news.
Moira looks about her. It is a friendly yellow kitchen with sunflowers on the curtains. Every cabinet overflows with dishes, bowls, and whatnot, every bit of it which is at least twenty years older then ten year old Moira. The table she sits at has been mended by magic and creativity several times, and the pitcher, which is pouring a glass of juice for her has a small chip in the right side.
"Today you got your letter from Hogwarts," sings her mother, Moira Green the first.
"And I will finally be teaching there too, Advanced Muggle Studies." She pauses in front of her daughter, "Isn't it wonderful, we are both going to Hogwarts!"
Young eyes light up, "Oh, that is wonderful Mama!" Moira pauses for a moment from eating to say these few words, then hungrily sets back to eating.
Mother sits across from daughter, "And the best part is," she says, her voice settling into a more normal tone. "I will be teaching fourth years and up, so I won't be getting in your way too much." Daughter groans a bit as dark red hair gets mussed by Mom.
"And I will have Harry Potter in my class." She stops for a moment, smiling. "That means I'll finally be able to tell him about his father."
Moira stops eating completely and looks at her mother thoughtfully. Yes, she remembers the story well of how James Potter saved the life of first year Gryffindor student Moira Green. After a minute or so of silence, she finally asks, "So, then you'll finally be able to thank him now, huh?"
A far away look falls in mother's eyes.
"Yes, that's right," she says. The rest of the meal passes in quiet contiplation, the moving dishes making the only sound in the room.
Dana Dragonfly sits at the dining room table counting again the money she earned babysitting over the summer. She looks up, her short brown hair falling back from her violet eyes and is reminded of the chaos that is her family. She pushes her glasses back over her nose and watches as eight people move around her.
"Mom," she shouts over the din to a crouching woman struggling with a dark haired seven year old boy, trying to persuade Dennis to wear a jacket.
"I looked at my supply list in my school letter." Her hand rests on a folded and refolded paper on the table. "And I'm sure I have made enough money to get all my own things."
Mother lets the squirming boy run off, and looks up at her youngest daughter from her plate in the floor on her knees.
"That is very good, dear," she says with admiration and sadness in her voice. She leans forward and pushes herself off of the floor, grunting at the pain in her stiffened knees. Finally standing, she walks to her daughter, placing a hand on Dana's shoulder.
"I'm sorry you have to use your own money, Dana Dear." Her tired voice shows a lifetime of sadness and sacrifices as do her hard worked hands.
"It does help though." A smile forms, pushing several new wrinkles onto her face.
"Now I am sure to be able to get supplies for your brothers and sisters." Lowering herself slowly, the older woman sits in a chair beside Dana.
"They will have everything they need, all new."
Dana smiles back at her mother and without thinking, reaches over to tuck a bit of black and gray hair back from her mother's ear. She looks about her trying to remember all that is new in her family. Mom, of course, is staying home to take care of everyone and her older sister, Dorothy has decided to put off work for a year and stay home with her to help her get everything done. Dad has a new promotion at work, making him the Head of Aquisitions at the Wizarding Museum. Her oldest brother Derwood is starting an internship at the Ministry of Magic, and the others are all in school except for Dennis at Hogwarts. Danielle is a sixth year in Hufflepuff, Dyllan is in Ravenclaw and in his fourth year,
"Same year as Hermione Granger," Dana thinks, thinking all about that she has heard about the girl who she want to be like. She pushes the thought back and continues the list. Darcy is in her third year and she is in Griffindor. "And I am a first year, and could be anywhere." Dana says this aloud and hearing her own voice, she looks around the dining room. It is empty.
She sighs, "I often do lose track of things, when I'm thinking. Quietly, she stuffs list and money in her pocket and goes to the kitchen to see what is left for her to eat.
(A/N: That's it for now, thanks to my beta reader for sorting out what she could, and please review)